All Chapters of My Triplet's Daddy is a Hot, Ruthless Billionaire CEO!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Amelia My eyes burned, and my head hurts. The palm shielding my face from the morning sun did nothing to alleviate the throbbing in my skull. It has always been like this for me for the past three weeks after "the engagement-night dramas" I couldn't bring myself to tell my father that her wife and daughter ruined it all; rather, I let him dwell on the assumption that I ran away that very night. The saddest part of it all was that Frankie was engaged to Rhett that very night. Just like she and step-mother wanted . Dad is just annoyingly obsessive about keeping his reputation. He only had to say that it was his other daughter who was getting engaged and not his first daughter; it was easier for him to say that than find out why his daughter suddenly went missing on her engagement night. I won't let those tears escape my eyes again like they do every morning. I would have needed the help of medical rehabilitation, but my father, who had loved me a lot ever since I was born, suddenly g

six years later.QuinnThe piles of work on my desk were countless. I had to instruct my secretary not to allow anyone inside my office for the day. But a few minutes later, my grandfather barged in. "Did you tell her not to let me in?""Not specifically you; everyone else." I said, hating the fact that he had come at the wrong time and now I had to give my maximum attention to whatever he had to say. "Get up...""From where?""My seat!. "This is my company, isn't it?""Must you really do this every time?""Yes, I must. "Courtesy demands it.""To hell with courtesy," I murmured to myself anyways I still stood up for him to sit. I sat across the other end like a visitor and wondered what must have brought him all the way here. Grandpa and I were very close. He literally raised me and would never explain to me that I never had parents like other normal children. Rather, he will claim that "I am abnormal."I now know why he is here, as usual, to remind me that it's time I forget abou

Mr. QUINNI clenched my fist as I stepped out of Amelia’s apartment. Not only did her children make a nuisance around me, but she turned my damn offer down. I am sure that I am the most wanted widower in Italy. I had the look, the money, the influence, and even the connections. But wait, did she get wind that I owed a mafia group? I bet there is one thing that no one knows about except the people involved. My grandfather—I don’t know how he did it—made Cassano the most feared name in Italy. Report I drove back to my penthouse myself, imagining the thousand ways I would have gotten rid of the silly woman who dared to turn me down. I might have killed her right there and then, but as my grandfather would always preach, "timing is everything." And a patient dog eats the — whatever bone he said—I really don’t believe in this last part. Once I halted my car in front of my house, I quickly walked towards the white penthouse. The door was opened by one of my men, and I stormed in angrily,